To Tame a Highland Warrior Quotes

“And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“That's weak! You don't know what caring is... Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance. Hell's bells, Roderick, if love was that easy everyone would have it. You're a coward!”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I've caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I'm near you.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside.

-Gibraltar to Quinn”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“I can see you are a fine lady, but this boy is randy as a goat around you and it's plain to see. If he seeks the joys of wedded bliss, he can wed you. Without a weddin' he'll be havin' no bliss.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“All eyes flew to the entrance.
A great gray stallion reared up in the doorway, its breath frosting the air with puffs of steam. It was a scene from every fairy-tale romance she'd ever read: the handsome prince bursting into the castle astride a magnificent stallion, ablaze with desire and honor as he'd declared his undying love before all and sundry. Her heart swelled with joy.
Then her brow puckered as she scrutinized her "prince." Well, it was almost like a fairy tale. Except this prince was dressed in nothing but a drenched and muddy tartan with blood on his face and hands and war braids plaited at his temples. Although determination glittered in his gaze, a declaration of undying love didn't appear to be his first priority.
"Jillian!" he roared.
Her knees buckled. His voice brought her violently to life. Everything in the room receded and there was only Grimm, blue eyes blazing, his massive frame filling the doorway. He was majestic, towering, and ruthless. Here was her fierce warrior ready to battle the world to gain her love.
He urged Occam into the crowd, making his way toward the altar.
"Grimm," she whispered.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Legend claimed Berserkers could move with such speed that they seemed invisible to the human eye until the moment they attacked. They possessed unnatural senses: the olfactory acuity of a wolf, the auditory sensitivity of a bat, the strength of twenty men, the penetrating eyesight of an eagle. The Berserkers had once been the most fearless and feared warriors ever to walk Scotland nearly seven hundred years ago. They had been Odin's elite Viking army. Legend claimed they could assume the shape of a wolf or a bear as easily as the shape of a man. And they were marked by a common feature-unholy blue eyes that glowed like banked coals.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Although Jillian had known what Grimm was before that moment, she was briefly immobilized by the sight of him. It was one thing to know that the man she loved was a Berserker-it was another thing entirely to behold it. He regarded her with such an inhuman expression that if she hadn't peered deep into his eyes, she might have seen nothing of Grimm at all. But there, deep in the flickering blue flames, she glimpsed such love that it rocked her soul. She smiled up at him through her tears.
A wounded sound of disbelief escaped him.
Jillian gave him the most dazzling smile she could muster and placed her fist to her heart. "And the daughter wed the lion king," she said clearly.
An expression of incredulity crossed the warrior's face. His blue eyes widened and he stared at her in stunned silence.
"I love you, Gavrael McIllioch."
When he smiled, his face blazed with love. He tossed his head back and shouted his joy to the sky.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“As she entered the room, she halted abruptly. "Oh, my," she murmured. Somehow she'd managed to forget there were three men in her home, so
consumed had she been with thoughts of Grimm. They gathered near the fire, while several maids cleared dozens
of platters and dishes from the massive table centered in the Greathall. Yesterday, safe behind the balustrade, Jillian had been struck by how tall and broad the three of them were. Today, standing only a few feet from them, she felt like a dwarf willow in a forest of mighty oaks. Each man stood at least a foot taller than she did. It was downright intimidating to a woman who was not easily intimidated.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Suddenly so many things she'd overheard her brothers and Quinn saying when Grimm had been in residence made sense, and upon reflection she suspected a part of her had always known.
Her love was a legendary warrior who had grown to despise himself, cut off from his roots. But now that he was home and given the time to explore those roots, he might be able to make peace with himself at long last.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Do you, Gavrael Roderick—” “I do.” Jillian nudged him. He arched a brow and frowned. “Well, I do. Must we go through all this? I do. I swear a man has never ‘I do’d’ more fervently than I. I just want to be married to you, lass.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior

“Grimm?”
“Um?”
“I hate you.”
“I know, lass. You told me that last night. It seems all our little 'discussions' end on those words. Try to be a bit more creative, will you?”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“If you don’t do things with all your might, you may end up being harmed by those things you try halfway.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior

“She was waiting for him to say something intelligent, Grimm realized. Damn the woman, but she should know better than that. Intelligent just didn't happen when he was around Jillian.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“It irritated him that she wouldn't turn about and look at him; it was the least she could do while they said nasty things to each other.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“When man thinks he knows God’s course better than God himself is when hundreds die—”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior

“Jillian gave him the most dazzling smile she could muster and placed her fist to her heart. "And the daughter wed the lion king," she said clearly.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“She scowled as the possibility occurred to her that she'd actually made herself ill merely by planning to pretend she was.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Gibraltar hadn't thought that even his cosseted Jillian could pout, sulk, and be nasty for three solid weeks.
She could.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“So"--he gestured impatiently--"when will you marry him?"
"Who?" She seethed, plucking at the folds of her gown. Clouds passed over the moon, momentarily obscuring him from her view.
His eerily disembodied voice was mildly reproaching. "Try to follow the conversation, lass. Quinn."
"By Odin's shaft--"
"Spear," he corrected with a hint of amusement in his voice.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Occam's Razor: The simplest theory that fits the facts corresponds most closely to reality. Fit this, Jillian--why do I treat you so horribly? He grimaced. The simplest theory that encompassed the full range of asinine behavior he exhibited around Jillian was that he was hopelessly in love with her, and if he wasn't careful she would figure it out. He had to be cold, perhaps cruel, for Jillian was an intelligent woman and unless he maintained a convincing facade she would see right through him. He drew a deep breath and steeled his will.
"You were saying?" He arched a sardonic brow. Powerful men had withered into babbling idiots beneath the sarcasm and mockery of that deadly gaze.
But not his Jillian, and it delighted him as much as it worried him. She held her ground, even leaned closer, ignoring the curious stares and perked ears of the onlookers. Close enough that her breath fanned his neck and made him want to seal his lips over hers and draw her breath into his lungs so deeply that she'd need him to breathe it back into her. She looked deep into his eyes, then a smile of delight curved her mouth. "You do remember," she whispered fiercely. "I wonder what else you lie to me about," she murmured, and he had the dreadful suspicion she was about to start applying a scientific analysis to his idiotic behavior. The she'd know, and he'd be exposed for the love-struck dolt he was.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Why are you washing your own shirt?"
"Because it was dirty," he replied with calculated condescension.
She ignored it with admirable restraint. "There are maids to wash--"
"I didn't wish to inconvenience--"
"The shirts of the men who--"
"A maid by asking her to wash--"
"And I would have washed the stupid thing for you anyway!"
Grimm's mouth snapped shut.
"I mean, that is . . . well, I would have if . . . if all the maids were dead or taken grievously ill and there was no one else who could"--she shrugged--"and it was the only shirt you owned . . . and bitterly cold . . . and you were sick yourself or something." She snapped her mouth shut, realizing there was no way out of the verbal quagmire into which she'd leapt.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“For a moment I thought Mother and Da had told you, even though they hadn't told me."
"No, lass. They didn't tell anyone. And maybe they were a bit heavy-handed, but you can approach this in one of two ways: You can be angry and spiteful and ruin your chances, or you can thank Providence and your da for fetching you the best of the best, Jillian."
Jillian rolled her eyes. "If those men are the best, then it's the cloister for certain.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Put your slippers on, lass. You'll catch a chill."
Jillian glared at him.
Quinn moved to her side and offered his arm for her to lean on while she donned her slippers. "He's right. The stones are cold, lass. As to the why of it, your da summoned us to look after Caithness in his absence, Jillian."
"Really?" Jillian said sweetly, adding "liar" to the list of nasty names she was calling men in the privacy of her thoughts.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“Reluctantly he turned to Ramsay. "Jillian, I'd like you to meet--"
Ramsay Logan," Ramsay interrupted, thrusting himself forward. "Chieftan of the largest keep in the Highlands and--"
"My ass, you are." Quinn snorted. "The Logan scarcely has a pot to"--he broke off and cleared his throat--"cook in.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“I asked you to leave, Grimm Roderick. What are you still doing here?" she said coolly.
"Is that you, Jillian?" He stepped closer, peering through the shadows.
"Have so many other women at Caithness demanded you depart that you're suffering confusion about my identity?" she asked sweetly, plunging her shaking hands into the holds of her cloak.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“And quit saying my name like that!"
"Like what, Jillian?" He sounded genuinely curious.
"Like . . . like . . . a prayer or something."
"As you wish." He paused the length of two heartbeats--during which she was astonished he'd capitulated to her will, because he certainly never had before--then he added with such husky resonance that it slipped inside her heart without her consent, "Jillian."
Perish the man! "Guards. Guards!"
Her guards arrived on a run, then halted abruptly, studying the man standing before their mistress.
"Milady, you summoned?" Hatchard inquired.
"Remove this iniquitous scoundrel from Caithness before he breeds . . . bring"--she corrected herself hastily--"his depravity and wicked insolence into my home," she sputtered to a finish.
The guards looked from her to Grimm and didn't move.
"Now. Remove him from the estate at once!"
When the guards still didn't move, her temper rose a notch. "Hatchard, I said make him leave. By the sweet saints, toss him out of my life. Banish him from the country. Och! Just remove him from this world, will you, now?"
The flank of guards stared at Jillian with openmouthed astonishment. "Are you feeling well, milady?" Hatchard asked. "Should we fetch Kaley to see if you've a touch of the fever?"
"I don't have a touch of anything. There's a degenerate knave on my estate and I want him off it," Jillian said through gritted teeth.
"Did you just grit?" Hatchard gaped.
"Pardon?"
"Grit. It means to speak from between clenched teeth--"
"I'm going to scream from between clenched teeth if you disobedient wretches don't remove this degenerate, virile--" Jillian cleared her throat--"vile rogue from Caithness.”
― Karen Marie Moning, To Tame a Highland Warrior

“If cool civility and frigid reserve failed, she hinted at a family disposition toward madness that sent men scurrying. She'd had to resort to that on only two occasions; apparently her pious act was pretty convincing. And why shouldn't it be? she brooded. She'd never done anything particularly daring or improper in her entire life, hence she'd acquired a reputation as "a truly good person."
"Yuck," she informed the wall.
"Chisel that on my headstone. 'She was a truly good person, but she's dead now.”
― Karen Marie Moning , To Tame a Highland Warrior